You've just come home from work, cursing the day for the sudden downpour when you saw a beagle sitting by someone's door. The roof couldn't prevent the rainwater from hitting that poor animal's body, while he just sat there with an accepting and sad look.

You're near your apartment. Your eyes filled with tears as you looking the dog asleep in your arms. Remembering that his former master didn't care and told you to take him if you wanted to in a snapping tone.

Scaramouche, that's the dog's name.